interest was to be used for their maintenance.
“It seems dreadful to be glad of anything in connection with a death,” said
Anne soberly. “I’m sorry for poor Mr. Keith; but I AM glad that we can keep the
twins.”
“It’s a very good thing about the money,” said Marilla practically. “I wanted
to keep them but I really didn’t see how I could afford to do it, especially when
they grew older. The rent of the farm doesn’t do any more than keep the house
and I was bound that not a cent of your money should be spent on them. You do
far too much for them as it is. Dora didn’t need that new hat you bought her any
more than a cat needs two tails. But now the way is made clear and they are
provided for.”
Davy and Dora were delighted when they heard that they were to live at Green
Gables, “for good.” The death of an uncle whom they had never seen could not
weigh a moment in the balance against that. But Dora had one misgiving.
“Was Uncle Richard buried?” she whispered to Anne.
“Yes, dear, of course.”
“He . . . he . . . isn’t like Mirabel Cotton’s uncle, is he?” in a still more
agitated whisper. “He won’t walk about houses after being buried, will he,
Anne?”